The Last time I spoke to my mother
She told me I had to let go of my hatred
Towards my father.
But I don’t have to let go of anything.
I’ve let her go, once again.
She’s siding with him, as always.
My mother used to tell me
That we were moving from state to state
To start a new life
Escaping my dad.
But you never gave me that new life, did you mom?
~ Source Of My Hatred
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